Half Asleep
I still got money on my mind when I'm half asleep
Please, you and me
We can't compete, see
We just ain't cut form the same cloth
I'm a different breed
I still got money on my mind when I'm half asleep
I had nobody on my side back when I was in need
Now I gotta tax a fee just to pass the weed
Cause the backwood filled with gasoline
And that's on me
They cannot guard me
The way I'm balling
I feel like Scottie like Pippen
Get 'em off me
You cannot stop me you trippin'
Woah kemosabe
I'm with my posse, we winnin'
Got me lifted
In the cosmos just driftin'
I go the distance
Everyday it feel like Christmas
They say I'm gifted
Put this flow on repetition
Cause I'm just vibin'
Shawty she just tryna listen
She say she like it
The wave I'm ridin'
It get muddy in the streets
Lil' homie keep a ratchet and it stutter when it speak
If you let him catch you lackin' he might run up with the heat
He puts phonies in the casket, I put Robby on the beat
And I hardly ever sleep
Still I'm caught up in my dreams
Drop the roof on the interstate just so I can feel the breeze
I heard what they said
That shit got me dead
Ya'll got me deceased
I'm just tryna live my life in peace peace peace like
Please, you and me
We can't compete, see
We just ain't cut form the same cloth
I'm a different breed
I still got money on my mind when I'm half asleep
I had nobody on my side back when I was in need
Now I gotta tax a fee just to pass the weed
Cause the backwood filled with gasoline
And that's on me yeahhh
Please, you and me
We can't compete, see
We just ain't cut form the same cloth
I'm a different breed
I still got money on my mind when I'm half asleep
I had nobody on my side back when I was in need
Now I gotta tax a fee just to pass the weed
Cause the backwood filled with gasoline
And that's on me
They cannot guard me
The way I'm balling
I feel like Scottie like Pippen
Get 'em off me
You cannot stop me you trippin'
Woah kemosabe
I'm with my posse, we winnin'
Got me lifted
In the cosmos just driftin'
I go the distance
Everyday it feel like Christmas
They say I'm gifted
Put this flow on repetition
Cause I'm just vibin'
Shawty she just tryna listen
She say she like it
The wave I'm ridin'
It get muddy in the streets
Lil' homie keep a ratchet and it stutter when it speak
If you let him catch you lackin' he might run up with the heat
He puts phonies in the casket, I put Robby on the beat
And I hardly ever sleep
Still I'm caught up in my dreams
Drop the roof on the interstate just so I can feel the breeze
I heard what they said
That shit got me dead
Ya'll got me deceased
I'm just tryna live my life in peace peace peace like
Please, you and me
We can't compete, see
We just ain't cut form the same cloth
I'm a different breed
I still got money on my mind when I'm half asleep
I had nobody on my side back when I was in need
Now I gotta tax a fee just to pass the weed
Cause the backwood filled with gasoline
And that's on me yeahhh
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Casavant, Bailey Stach
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